Tuesday, March 15, 2016

On March 6, we celebrated Toronto's 182nd birthday — which is weird, because Toronto isn't 182 years old, and it wasn't founded in March. Our city was founded 203 years ago, in the heat of July. But along the way, we've switched from celebrating the day Toronto was actually founded to the day it was officially incorporated as a "city." The reasons have a lot to do with Victorian whitewashing and there are allll kind of implications. And since it's always driven me nuts, I figured that this year I would mark the occasion with a Twitter rant.

(If you can't see the embedded tweets below, you can read them all on Storify here.)

Monday, March 14, 2016

It's Commonwealth Day today, which we used to call Empire Day back when there was still an empire. The holiday started here in Ontario in the late 1800s and then spread across the rest of the colonies. And it was actually the Trudeau government who suggested the current date: the second Monday of March.

Every year, they have a big multi-faith shindig at Westminster Abbey in London; all the best royals show up. Today, the Queen used it as a chance to ask all members of the Commonwealth to welcome those "who feel excluded from all walks of life" — a big change in tone from the oppressive old world-conquering, Catholic-hating, Anglican-or-bust days of the empire, which saw plenty of blood spilled in the streets of Toronto back in the time when we were known as the Belfast of North America.

The best part of Empire Day? The awesome archival photos of old-timey floats. Like the one above: the Britannia float from Toronto's Empire Day parade in 1927.

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Today is International Women's Day, which we've been celebrating since 1910, back in the days when not only were Canadian women not allowed to vote, our country didn't even consider them to be persons. The event has its own fascinating history, which you can learn more about on Wikipedia here — while my friend Rebekah Hakkenberg shared her own thoughts about the occasion on this day six years ago, and shared some great photos from the history of feminism, too.

I thought I'd mark this year's Women's Day by searching through the archives of this blog, looking for the most interesting stories about women from history of Toronto. It's been a valuable experience — and an important reminder: that I need to always strive to a better job of telling stories that are about people who aren't the old white dudes who have dominated so much of the storytelling about the history of our city.

Below, you'll find five of my favourites. From Elizabeth Simcoe and the founding of our city, to the blood-soaked nurses who saved lives during the First World War, to the death of the notorious anarchist who they called "the most dangerous woman in the world."

Toronto was founded in a troubled time. It was the summer of 1793 when
the first British soldiers showed up to clear the forest and make way
for our brand new town. Just ten years earlier, some of those same men
had been fighting in the American Revolution. Their commander, John
Graves Simcoe, was a hero of that bloody war; no stranger to danger and
death.... While Simcoe set to work planning his new capital, Elizabeth was charged
with the task of bringing aristocratic British culture to this remote
outpost tucked between the primordial Canadian forest and the vast
waters of Lake Ontario. As the fledgling town began to take shape and
the families of other government officials arrived, Elizabeth Simcoe
was at the centre of social life in the new settlement... [continue reading this post]

One dark night in the summer of 1918, the HMHS Llandovery Castle
was steaming through the waters of the North Atlantic. She was far off
the southern tip of Ireland, nearly two hundred kilometers from the
nearest land. It was a calm night, with a light breeze and a clear sky.
The ship had been built in Glasgow and was named after a castle in
Wales, but now she was a Canadian vessel. Since the world had been
plunged into the bloodiest war it had ever seen, the steamship had been
turned into a floating hospital. She was returning from Halifax, where
she had just dropped off hundreds of wounded Canadian soldiers. On board
were the ship's crew and her medical personnel — including fourteen
nurses. They were just a few of more than two thousand Canadian women
who volunteered to serve overseas as "Nursing Sisters," healing wounds
and saving lives and comforting those who couldn't be saved. As the ship
sliced through the water, big red crosses shone out from either side of
the hull, bright beacons in the dark. The trip was almost over. Soon,
they'd be in Liverpool.

It was 1920. Mary Pickford was the most famous woman in the world.
She'd been born in Toronto in the late 1800s: on University Avenue —
where Sick Kids is now — and made her stage debut as a young girl at the
prestigious Princess Theatre on King Street. Her early days here
launched a career that took her all the way to Broadway and then to
Hollywood where she became one the greatest silent film stars of
all-time. She was at the height of her career in those early days of
cinema when the movies were redefining what it meant to be famous. Her
golden curls became a global icon. One columnist went so far as to call her "the most famous woman who has ever lived".

Now, Pickford had fallen in love with another one of the most famous
movie stars ever: Douglas Fairbanks Jr. They were married in a small,
private ceremony outside Los Angeles. Their honeymoon would take them to
England and to Europe. And it would be unlike anything the world had
ever seen... [continue reading this post]

The Most Dangerous Woman in the World was playing a quiet game of cards.
It was a snowy Toronto evening in the winter of 1940, that first
terrible winter of the Second World War. She was staying with friends at
their home on Vaughan Road, waiting for a meeting to begin. That's when
she slumped over in her chair. It was a stroke. One of the greatest
orators of the twentieth century couldn't speak a word.

This wasn't the end most people would have expected for Emma Goldman.
For decades now, she'd been the most notorious anarchist on earth. Her
ideas made nations tremble: thoughts about freedom and free speech and
free love; about feminism and marriage and birth control; about
violence and pacifism and war. She'd been thrown out of the United
States
for those ideas, forced to flee Soviet Russia, driven out of
Latvia, Sweden, Germany... [continue reading this post]

Frances Loring and her life-long partner, Florence Wyle, had come to Toronto in
the early 1900s. They'd both been born in the United States and shared a
studio in Greenwich Village. They were at home in that neighbourhood's
bohemian atmosphere, getting to know their artist neighbours like Georgia O'Keeffe and Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney.
But their parents didn't approve. One day in 1913, Loring's father shut
down the studio and offered to move the pair to Toronto. He would be
able to keep an eye on them here — and hoped our city's conservative
values might rub off on them. Instead, it was the other way around... [continue reading this post]